respect

snow upon snow
winter teaching
us her name

Humility

flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter

outside the church window
the prayer and devotion
of snow

a freshly mown field
honors the old barn

in deference
sunflowers bow
to the new year

A spray of goldenrod
bows to autumn’s arrival.

The roses bow their heads
in respect to winter.

The land must be listened to
respected and revered.
Old friend show me the way to Eden.

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